There was an odd orange glow, leaking from Marissa who was clawing at my head. Of course, I was screaming and kicking, trying to get them off of me. But it was no use as they were piled on top of me like a dogpile. It didn't help that the back of the chair was breaking my back, but that's not what caught my attention.
The orange light was actually pushing them away. They were flying off me like magnets to a refrigerator, headfirst into the opposite wall. The contact was like thunder, and I was amazed that someone hadn't run to the scene yet. In a moment, all of the Water People were at the other end of the room, motionless. That's when I saw it.
I tried to rub it off, but it had no effect. I touched it, expecting to shoot backwards. But it didn't do anything at all to me. I shook my hands vigorously, and the light just moved along with my hands.
"What. Is. Happening. To. Me?" The glow was coming from my palms. Actually, the glow was shedding on my entire hand and it was so warm, it felt like I was wearing a glove. But something looked familiar about the orange and red glow. I sprinted to the teacher's desk where Mrs. Gerando was now staring at me in disbelief. I grabbed a paper, I didn't take the time to look at what it was, and gripped it tightly in my palm. It sizzled and burned in an instant, the ashes falling in a pile on the floor.
As I was staring at the paper remains on the tiled floor, someone grabbed my shoulders and threw me down on the ground. I slid, crashing into a row of desks before slamming hard into the wall. But, to my amazement and horror, I stood up unscathed. Putting my palms (and trust) out in front of me, I pushed with my mind and Mrs. Gerando took off soaring, her gaudy sweater catching on fire and singeing in midair. She flew into the wall and fell down to the floor, staying there. But thankfully, I heard her groan, and I knew she wasn't dead.
I was out of the school in less than a minute and at the dock in 5. My lungs were shattered and my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode stronger than an atomic bomb. After finding my breath, I looked up.
The water was frozen. And I don't mean icy. I mean frozen over, maybe 2 feet thick at its thinnest. I tried to calculate how long my muscles could stand the constant swimming motion against the freezing water flowing underneath the ice, not to mention my destination was who knows how many miles down. I deemed it impossible, and turned around to go home.
The ice was slippery, as I had assumed, but a billion times more slippery than what I had imagined. I fell numerous times, each time hoping that no one was around to see me slip. When I reached the shore where Ben had taken me that first day, I took off my jacket and shoes. Anything that would weigh me down I put in a neat pile beside the tree I had sat at, marveling the beautiful sky. I looked up at the sky now. The gray clouds were thick and gloomy, daring someone to wish for sunshine.
I knelt on the ground at the bank, placing my hands on the thick ice, closing my eyes to concentrate and pushing down on the ice. In only a few second my hands were touching cool water. But as soon as my fire died away, the black, sloshing salt water was frigid and my hands felt like ice cubes. Taking a deep, deep breath, I plunged head first into the darkness